His face changed slowly. The polite mask disappeared, replaced by something sharper.
Shock.
Then focus.
Then certainty.
“This is not just identity theft,” he said at last.
I looked him directly in the eye.
“I know.”
Because by then, it was clear. My family had not made a mistake. They had built a system.
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The fallout came faster than I expected.
Two weeks later, I was sitting in my Malibu apartment with a cup of coffee cooling untouched beside me. The ocean was visible through the windows, quiet and blue, while Dallas burned on my laptop screen.
